Isobel had barely ventured from her chambers since Arys had so abruptly taken himself back to The Eyrie with no indication that anything had happened between them at all. When she'd tried to ask Hester what happened she brushed her away and honestly, Isobel was confused and hurt.
After what seemed a sufficient amount of moping, she made short trips here and there, and she'd have been blind if she hadn't noticed the sparring going on in the Yard. It was more than fascinating to her, who'd only ever seen Dalts pretend to play at swords.
"They're doing well, aren't they?"
She didn't imagine the man would respond--most never noticed her.